I seek again that soft spot,
That velvet cheek,
That playful artful boy my son, my son,
the one who would be bold, ever so bold
yet loving too.
Grettir snake, you slithered, slipped away from me
You were glorified, despised, denied,
Pushed into a corner.
You surprised them, haunted them, trifled with them,
you linger in our thoughts and dreams,
In anxious screams, by tranquil streams.
There we find your stepping stones,
traces of your bones,
your hideaways, your outlaw days,
But listen now.
The spoa sings and sings and sings of your steadfast might.
Oh Grettir, my Grettir...
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